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THE SEASONS
 
One does remember
the branches on September
languidly giving up
emerald tint to golden
agonizing rich leaves
falling softly
upon a promontory
growing before raked
by landscaping prone
sheer beauty to destroy.
The park indeed looks nice
yet nicer what ignored
went deep down underground:
Hark! Nature's reserve bank!

By g.riveros

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